The howling wind at the top of the mountain was brutal. It was the kind of weather to chill one to the bone, cracking skin and solidifying blood.
Nonetheless, the deep, hoarse voice of Huang Liang was full of strength. He said slowly, "I have been cultivating kung fu for many years in order to realize my own path. When I finally broke through to the realm of void, however, I ended up in this world that was different from my own."
"Is he an example of 'ascension'?" Meng Qi found this idea somehow ridiculous in the midst of his serious explanation.